Cypress Poems

State Of The Pelican

Summertime
in Louisiana's Big Easy
bass are jumpin'
and the cypress grow high
no your daddy ain't rich
but your ma's not bad-lookin'
so fish a little bayou
won't you try
some of these evenings
they're gonna rise up flyin'
and they'll spread their wings
as pelicans take to the sky
but 'til next mornin'
there ain't no one can charm you
like Acadians or Cajun standin' by

With apologies

CYPRESS LAKES

THE BEAUTY OF CYPRESS LAKES CAPTURED MY WONDERING SENSES THE MANY CYPRESS TREES SURROUNDING MY HOME WRAPPED AROUND A SOFT GOLF COURSE GREAT VEIWS OVER SEVERAL LAKES THAT HOUSE THE MOST INTERESTING NEIGHBORS LIKE THE OWL FAMILY OUT BACK THAT COMES OUT WHEN THE MOON IS AT IT'S NATURAL PEAK OF BRIGHTNESS BEAMING OVER THE

Cypress Paintings

The Met* has an exhibit,
Cypress paintings by Van Gogh.
We joined the crowds and went to see
This most amazing show.

Like all the other patrons,
We snapped photos on our phones,
Except for one lone painting,
Which a rich collector owns.

A guard stood right beside it;
He was there to oversee.
“No photos of this painting!”
He repeated frequently.

The owner said he’d lend

Road With Cypress and Star-By Van Gogh

~wayward travels two men mixed greenery sun moonlight dark back ground life~


7/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Tree Talk

When soft zephyrs are stirring arbor leaves
Words may be overheard whispered from trees.
Leaned against a trunk, my ears on alert,
This ranger heard soft words from a filbert.

A long-limbed water oak, leaning half bent,
Wryly some cross-cultural humor lent:
“An ancient Sawtooth oak nearby is king
His wide girth makes him The Lord of the Rings.”

Wanda the willow was

Lone Cypress

Lone Cypress

The lone cypress of
Monterey mocks the wind
The sea is amused.

Cypress Lakes of Lakeland

I awakened to giant egrets 
dancing while brilliant hawks 
bluster over head while 
thousands of white herons 
nest by night flying out 

every morning arriving 
within the Caribbean 
by noon only to return 
just in time for  dinner 
cardinals perch low singing 

lovely hymns to the baby eagles 
just out of reach the blue

Cypress Nights

Dusk wades in.
Anhinga necks stir shadows.
A humid nightfall laps Cypress knee’s.
where unseen eddy’s bubble and swirl.

Florida evaporates at its lakeshores
where nocturnal-fevers simmer.

We are locked into the chaffing songs
of crickets, the drilling buzz of mosquitoes,
as cypress roots soak in a swampy drench.

Egrets will rise before the dawn
to watch the dark waters 

beneath the hang of Spanish

Arduo Adro

from where I am I see the holy field (I wanted to skip this stage, you know... stop getting impatient whenever I see little yellow flowers on the surface of the earth, never hear again the poisonous distant voice that calls, submit myself once and for all to the depressing hammer of the day and

Armed With Wings of Cypress Wine

~ A Monorhymed Fantasy ~

A virgin maid of twenty-nine
  angelic face, most benign
Sought the life of the front lines
  her upbringing undermined...

Two devilish, slack-jawed canines
  leaped at the cowering feline
Antagonistic, their bloodlines
  simmering in rancid brine...

Camouflaged prone, not supine
  a-slither and a-serpentine
Amidst the poison ivy vine
  fangs redolent of

Bald Cypress

Oldest tree,
where Black River old-growth weathers
wetland over millennia.  
Your ancient sinker roots
in dank swamp muck. 

Primordial conifer,
Are you the sacred tree of Artemis,
or part of Aristotle’s potential actualizing? 
What epic epoch do you realize?
What timeworn bones in your woodland knobby knees?

Your primeval bark peels the pages.
Your hoary trunk holds the saga in wooden tissues
of

Cypress Evening

Cypress ‘knee's’ lap in the light
as dusk wades in.

Evening parachutes down,
it plants shallow pother
around ankle-deep trunks.

Anhinga necks stir shadows
under a low moon.
This is the gurgling gills
of a melting evening.
 
Florida ends at every lakeshore
where night-fevers begin.
A heated gloom that thickens
where bugs quicken.

We are locked into the chaffing songs
of crickets, 
the drilling buzz of mosquitoes,
as cypress

Cypress Palette

Golden thread cypress, 
Your personality, bright; 
Bush of the suns’ rays.  
Family resemblance, seen 
In shades of yellow and green.

haiku - cypress grove

sentinels
anchored on the coast-
cypress grove

May 1, 2018

Manchac Cypress

I once towered proudly over my siblings,
my moss laden arms strained
to shadow those who slumber in my shade.
My body thick from the years,
stretching to the heavens,
soaking in its nourishment.
From within dense blanket
I have harbored miracles of life.

I have weathered the seasons,
but now I am poised in solitude.
Limbs, once strong, wither.
I am but a fragile skeleton,
my

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